One overriding theme of the 5 day trip home was my hair.
As alarming as it is, I think my niece who is 8.5 wants to be a cosmetologist.
Don't worry, I spent much of one car ride telling her a lot of fun details about my job. Not that I want her to be a lawyer, but yikes, a cosmetologist? Of course I want her to be happy, but I want her to aim high.
I think I had my hair done at least a dozen times by her over the course of three days. On Saturday afternoon, she actually decided she'd do my hair four times and take pictures of each one, then I could pick which style I wanted her to do for me to wear for the afternoon.
So some hair options:
And so after picking one and getting my hair done, both my nieces wanted me to do their hair.
Somehow (likely a combination of a few younger brothers but no younger sisters, my general lack of interest in my appearance, and the fact that I never had any desire to be a cosmetologist), I have very poorly developed hair styling skills.
So yeah, their hair was pretty much a mess after I did it, but you know, if they ever need me to assess their liability and damages exposure when they're facing a lawsuit, they'd know who to call!
My youngest niece's hair after I did it -- total train wreck!!